Res John Burman Poems

'Blackbird'

My morning began
Hunting for the Early Worm
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You sounded
Delicious
This morning
Your voice
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The following Poem contains violence and language that may be offensive to some. Please read at your discretion.

You can see it coming,
A mile off,
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(That's short for Patricia, not one of my Irish friends)

Our parting tears
Yours, and mine
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My friend Ray,
Living in the woods,
At Westmoor.
Making tea on
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An exercise in surreal poetry.

They say in Deep Space,
No one can hear you scream!
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Many years ago
When I first moved
To the country
I worked on a farm.
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St Just Fire Brigade are volunteers
But when they are called out
The Butcher, Baker and Candlestick maker
All turn out for a “Shout.”
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Give me seaweed for my thyroid,
Celery seed for gout,
Chilli and Ginger to warm my blood,
And Aspirin to thin it out.
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If upon a Golden Highway,
Darkened Doorways you espy,
Should you plumb those depths of darkness,
Or on heels made hasty - fly?
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